I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamed that my parents' friend (FYI, the-perfect-boy-my-parents-want-me-to-marry-if-he-ever-imagines-I-might-be-good-enough-for-him's father) was chasing me around with a knife and trying to kill me. LOL. I remember an elevator, I remember a cellar, and I remember that at the end I managed to call the police and it came. So everything turned out fine, I guess, but I immediately woke up and I was sweating. It's weird because I've always thought the guy was kind of cute (don't get me wrong, I wasn't fantasizing about him or anything, he's my parent's friend, and he's married, I've just thought he was kind of cute - in the same way you think Johnny Depp is cute), and I've never really liked his perfect, either-gay-or-impotent son. Well, that's weird, but I guess weird dreams happen.
Currently listening to: Pink, Get The Party Started
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